tunnel light

fingers clasped
elbows pressed to knees
she sat still through it all
when her world came crumbling down
pursuing painful memories
viciously circling the mind
like a relentless vulture
feasting on the innocence
is time to be the blame?
for the hatred
and the shame
or may time be the light
a tunnel of terrors
providing a profound sight
stimulating growth
and acceptance








Silver Lining

the sun looked at me

when I was shining least

picking me up

to finally breathe

from nothing that was seen

in time and space

to a warmth from above

a rightful place


you lifted my soul

and taught it to speak

in a world where I was never able to be

the insufferable breathing

I could not comprehend

the life that was paused

way back when


you melted my ice

cleared right through my shield

my soul now remembers

to continue and feel


through anguish and triumph,

I’ll breathe through my heart

for I am no longer wilting

as I was from the start

now I’m radiantly glowing

just a flower of art







The earth was here before the human was born and is here after the human is born. It sustains us yet we do not sustain it, it is our temple and we are guests in its safe giving’s, it does not belong to us, as it is too profound for our likes.
Nature is far too superior to us and we do not deserve its nourishing breaths. We have a human brain—merely another prop in science, and we know nothing, only what the brain wills us to know. Nothing in comparison to the intellect of our natural surroundings, encouraging charismatic blessings while we stomp on its flowers and spit in its waters. The human brain only captures the essence of what we believe to be as ‘everything’, and we continue to believe it is everything cause that’s all we will ever know. Did you ever stop to think that we need to create an energy that supports the beauty of our surrounding ecosystems and not construct a plan that degrades it as if it were something to use? We salvage what we have left of our unconditional supporter and our greatest miracle—nature. No surrenders, no remorse, just selfishly abusing nature’s course. The earth shrieks in pain. Society’s ego swells. If we take the time to listen to something more important then ourselves feeding our souls, growing, and comprehending. Nature is screaming through destruction, an abusive story, not an honorable tale. Peace will come late and only then we will no longer demand. Too little too late, we will be the wholesome reason for its end.